OCD at VBS
by Jane Thornton
Laughter and shrieks from eighty children echoed off the supposedly insulated walls of the gym. Crazy song time for VBS purposefully incited the mania, its goal—keep them pumped up. I had to repeat to myself over and over, “This is not the time. This is not the place. You are not in charge.”
Some time later, my crew of third through fifth graders had a down moment as we waited to rotate from snacks to crafts. The irresistible urge for correction bubbled up in me again.
“Hey, hey, hey,” I hollered. “Who knows what I do for a living?”
One bright little lad piped up, “You teach English.”
Thumbs up! “Yes, I do. I’m going into teacher mode to ask you a question. Who remembers the milk song from crazy time?”
Hands flew up.
“Show me how it goes.”
A raucous medley, not in unison: “Don’t give me no Coke – no Coke. Don’t give me no tea – no tea!”
“Good job! Now, how would you say that if it weren’t crazy song night and your English teacher was listening?”
Long pause. Finally one lone girl’s voice questioned, “Don’t give me any Coke?”
Hurray! Points for her English teacher.
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Jane Thornton, English teacher, wife, and mom of two almost grown children, strives to break free of the automatic boring label attached to those roles. Her two suspense novels eagerly await a willing publisher, and her articles search for inspiration in the humor and tears of life.